Are you that guy?
Now that I clearly see "40" land I've begun to wonder who am I? Am I that guy? To old for the club. I don't go clubbing any more, I've been bored with that scene since my late 20's. But can I go to the club and still fit? Or would I be that old guy in the club. How does this happen? When do you become that guy? I mean we have had great emissaries, the likes of Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt (minus Angelina) and a few others who have hit the 40 mark unscathed and doing some of their best work. I've heard rumors of 40 being the new twenty, but am I just keenly aware of this sort of talk. Granted I find my life better that ever. I have more money, more knowledge, more vacations, more respect, more meaningful work and more fun than any point in my life. But where is that slip? When does one find himself in the proverbial Gremlin car wearing tight ass trousers using dated slang. Maybe the lucid realization that there is such a place prevents an oblivious romp into the land of tight ass pants. Today’s culture is so guided and decided by design and visual presence. It’s tough for a guy to know who is to himself, let alone what the rest of the world sees him as. I’ve come to the conclusion that no matter what “Guy” you are be the f*ck out of that guy. Be the punk! Be the hood! Be the mullet! What I mean by this is if you are the fashion fan-boy, rock that sh*t homey. What I find is, it’s the character and that honesty that people truly dig. If you are the crouch crunch kinda guy, then do you, you have nothing, literally to hide.
as seen by Craig Brimm